On January 24th, a woman named was assaulted on Hermosa beach and reported it to the police, read more here. Unfortunately, the police have effectively ignored her report and the perpetrator continues to go free:

Regarding the Hermosa Beach groping incident, it’s been weeks and I haven’t heard anything from them. I called and even went down to the station. Finally, on Thursday, I spoke to the detective, Detective Freelough, about my case. When I asked why hasn’t he gotten back to me, he asks me why I am in such a hurry, that the schedule of him meeting with the guy hasn’t been good, and that other cases takes precedence over mine. Despite the fact that what happened to me clearly was sexual assault, I am incensed that it is not being taken seriously.

I was leaning up against the metal rails on an already crowded N train when the door opened and even more passengers got on. One passenger took the opportunity to smoosh himself right up against my backside after the doors closed and apparently was just planning on remaining that way. I started to turn myself entirely around to face him and move away, meanwhile saying “Oh NO, no no no no.” This pissed him off and he started shoving me. I looked at him and in my loudest HollaBack voice said to him and the other passengers, “LOOK–I just don’t want your COCK pressed up against my BUTT. Is that so hard to understand? I think that’s a pretty reasonable expectation.” He said “That’s why I was turning around” and turned around. Mission accomplished.

I was walking home from graduate school at around 2 am, on 9th Ave and 54th St, wearing a large sweater, leggings and rain boots. Then, a middle-aged white man in business attire, who was standing outside a bar said, “excuse me.”

I thought he was going to ask for directions, so I replied politely, “Yes?”

Instead, the pervert said, “Can I squeeze your little titties?”

I was so shocked that all I could say was, “You are disgusting,” and walked away. I looked back to see if he was following me, but thankfully he just kept standing there like a creep.

It was about 9am this morning and I got off at 72nd street to transfer to the downtown 1. The platform was pretty packed and I though to myself that a train hadn’t come in a while, regardless of how packed it was I was going to get on. Lucky me (I thought at the time) the train showed up a couple of minutes later. We all crowded on. And if you’re in NYC you know the trains can get super packed at this time. I was right at the door and someone squeezed in behind me. I didn’t give it much thought. A little into the ride i think i felt something on my butt but I couldn’t be sure because I had on a long, down coat (thank the Lord for this). I started to feel uncomfortable and I pushed my pelvis forward so that my ass was no longer rubbing against anyone. I also moved myself to the side a little but there wasn’t anywhere to go.

At the next stop the guy got off and I looked dead at him and saw that his hand was covered in cum. I panicked and looked at my coat and sure enough there was cum all over my coat.

Ladies, this guy is still out there and I’m going to keep my guard up and if I see him again (and I feel that I will) I’m getting a picture. I was in complete shock when this happened so I was a bit flustered but now during my commutes I’m going to try to find him. That smug look as he got off is forever etched in my mind.

Thanks to our friends at Global Sister for helping to get the word out about Hollaback! Hollaback has come a long way since 2005. As if 15,000 readers a month wasn’t enough, now we are Jay-Z endorsed:

GSO: And finally, if you could have any international activist or celebrity endorse HollabackNYC and focus on the anti street harassment initiative, who would it be?HBNYC: I live in a cultural cave, but I couldn’t help to notice the new Jay-Z song, Empire State of Mind. The lyrics go: “yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back, for [drivers] it ain’t for, they act like they forgot how to act.” Now, I don’t know about you, but I only know one HollaBack that deals with cab drivers who ‘forgot how to act.’ Until Jay-Z himself tells us to stop: we’re taking that as a ringing endorsement!